I think sometimes I take for granted the positive outcomes.

Please, be okay. Please. Please. Please. Be well, be okay, be fine. You'll get up tomorrow, right?

Please.


I feel like having meatballs but meatballs aren't exactly what I want now. And meatball man is stressed. I think the burden I indirectly put on him is huge. I'm sorry.
Eh meatball man, get a grip. Don't be so stressed, I treat you to meatballs? (:


OMF OMF OMF OMF OMF OMF OMF. :D :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D
Scared the fucking shit daylights out of me.
Okay, okay. :D Please take care. Rarhhhh. :D:D

I hope this never happens again. Please stay okay. Please.


Oh, meatball man, if you read this, you can still have your meatballs.



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I think, I am a very mean person.
Technically, I don't deserve anyone. I am foul and disgusting. I take, take, and take, but I've never given.
(: It's quite interesting seeing how some people sacrifice so much just to make another person's life better. It's odd. Not interesting in the way you watch a movie, or something like that. I don't know. It's a bit inexplicable, in a sense. I don't really know what I'm talking about already. Fwarh.
It's always nice to fantasize. Shit dawns upon you during the aftermath, when you realise you were roaming through nothing. And finally, you realise you're thinking the impossible.
I suppose, things don't happen when you don't deserve them.
(: